Hamza Yusuf – Springs Gift A Poem

			I envy the sand that met his feet.
		

			I'm jealous of honey he tasted sweet, of
		

			birds that hovered above his head, of spiders
		

			who spun their sacred web.
		

			To save him from his enemies, I envy
		

			clouds formed from the seas that gave him
		

			cover from the heat of a sun whose
		

			light could not compete with his, whose face
		

			did shine so bright that all was clear
		

			in blinding night.
		

			I envy sightless trees that gazed upon his
		

			form completely dazed, not knowing if the sun
		

			had risen, but felt themselves in unison with
		

			those who prayed and fasted too, simply because
		

			he told them to.
		

			With truth and kindness charity from God who
		

			gave such clarity, his mercy comes in one
		

			person, he sent to mold our hearts more
		

			heaven bent.
		

			I envy all there at his side who
		

			watched the turning of the tide as truth
		

			prevailed and falsehood fled and hope restored life
		

			to the dead.
		

			Women and men through him found grace to
		

			seek together God's noble face.
		

			I envy the cup that gave him drink,
		

			his thoughts that helped us all to think,
		

			to be one thought that passed his mind,
		

			inspiring him to act so kind.
		

			For me this world is not one jot
		

			if I could simply be a thought from
		

			him to God throughout the ages as revelation
		

			came in stages.
		

			I pity all who think it odd to
		

			hear him say there is one God or
		

			he was sent by God to men to
		

			whom their spirits acumen.
		

			It's pride that blinds us from the sight
		

			that helps good men to see his light.
		

			He taught us all to be God's slaves
		

			and he will be the one who saves
		

			humanity from sinful pride.
		

			Muhammad has God on his side.
		

			So on this day be blessed and sing
		

			for he was born to grace our spring
		

			with lilies, flowers, life's rebirth in a dome
		

			of green like his on earth.